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Lucy . . Far from the busy galactic trade-routes, in low orbit around the third moon of the Gehanna planetary system, lies Lucifer Station. An advanced bio-engineering facility deemed too dangerous to be located in the colonies, its construction was almost completely funded by a single anonymous donor. This nameless benefactor insisted on only two things: the position of the station around the dead Gehannan moon, and it’s somewhat uncomfortable moniker. Quickly nicknamed “Lucy” by the scientists and their families upon arrival, the station operated successfully for several years, pushing the field of bio-engineering into startling new directions.
After a time though, status reports from the station grew more and more sporadic until, eventually, all contact with the Lucy and her crew stopped. A short time later, astronomers detected massive gravitational fluctuations emanating from Gehanna III. The stations orbit decayed rapidly and in a few short weeks it disappeared entirely – assumed lost on the surface of the dead moon. Years passed and Lucifer Station was all but forgotten until suddenly, unexpectedly, it reappeared, locked in a low geo-synchronous orbit around Gehanna III.
A short time later a faint transmission was detected emanating from the station, repeating itself every 16 seconds. Incredibly, the message seemed to be a distress call from a young girl, apparently the sole survivor on the station following whatever catastrophe had befallen the Lucy and her crew. Public sentiment welled at the prospect of a young child marooned in the cold depths of space, and a rescue team was hastily dispatched. Two months later they arrived at Gehanna III, stunned to find Lucifer Station not only present, but now physically attached to the moon by an array of titanic cables and hoses. With the message still endlessly broadcasting, the team boarded the station and began their search…
They seemed…unprepared for what they found there, which is odd given the fact that, in retrospect, the message really could not have been any clearer. The message…it’s words rang in the mind of the last surviving member of the rescue team as he ran, words he had heard a thousand times over, but who’s meaning he had only recently grasped…
"…My name is Lucy. I am alone here. It is very dark and I am very hungry. Please help me…"
"…My name is Lucy. I am alone here. It is very dark and I am very hungry. Please help me…"
"…My name is Lucy. I am alone here. It is very dark and I am very hungry. Please help me…"
"…My name is Lucy. I am alone here. It is very dark and I am very hungry. Please help me…"
"…My name is Lucy. I am alone here. It is very dark and I am very hungry. Please help me…"
"…My name is Lucy. I am alone here. It is very dark and I am very hungry. Please help me…"
"…My name is Lucy. I am alone here. It is very dark and I am very hungry. Please help me…"
"…My name is Lucy. I am alone here. It is very dark and I am very hungry. Please help me…"
"…My name is Lucy. I am alone here. It is very dark and I am very hungry. Please help me…"
"…My name is Lucy. I am alone here. It is very dark and I am very hungry. Please help me…"
"…My name is Bob. I am NOT alone here. It is very dark and I am freaked out of my gourd. Please help me!"
Ah, Bob from Accounting...you do find your way into the most unusual circumstances.